No-One comes <br />to stay in her blue <br />room with the white <br />bedspread, flowers <br />on the corner table <br />welcoming, no-one. <br /> <br />Full moon travels <br />near, once in a while, <br />long yellow fingers <br />touch the fine linens <br />there. <br /> <br />Behind the fence, <br />Pin-Oak leaves <br />carpet the lawn, <br />cover the mums... <br />hide the path <br />to her door. <br /> <br />Near the entrance <br />a well-worn rug <br />waits for visitors, <br />for friends, who <br />left it there no-one <br />knows.<br /><br />Deb Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-one-9/
